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By Marjorie Jones

Book 1 in the Lighthorseman Series
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Viking’s Witch, The

About to be burned at the stake by her fellow villagers, Odaria does what any betrayed witch facing certain death would do. She calls down a curse. Within seconds, rampaging Norsemen raid the village, capturing everyone except her.

But her reprieve is short-lived, and Odaria lands in the clutches of the Norse leader Rothgar. Can she remain true to herself and fight her growing attraction to this domineering man, or will she fall under his influence and be used for his ambitions?

After Rothgar witnesses Odaria’s powers firsthand, he strikes a bargain with her. The raven-haired beauty will use her magical abilities to help him with his quest in exchange for safe passage off the isle. But can this cunning woman be trusted, or is she using him to exact vengeance on her village?

Together they must fight bloodthirsty villagers, battle a mutinous band of Norsemen, find a missing Norse ship, and learn to trust each other . . . before time is up.

“The world she describes is believable and so easy to visualize, and the characters are all there. There is a hero and heroine, the horrid bad guy and all the secondary people to fill out the story.” ~ Vickie A. Sold, Amazonreview (August 21, 2012)

“This book kept me engrossed from start to finish, wondering what was going to happen and if Odaria’s visions are really correct. What a great read!” ~ Teresa T., The Romance Studio (August 29, 2012)

“The Viking’s Witch is a fantastic novel. It is extremely fast moving, and the story is beautiful and scary and all around wonderful. The characters are easy to adore, as I obviously have done. It’s not often that I can sit down and start a book of this length one night and finish it in its entirety the following day. It was good enough for that to occur. This is a novel that I would recommend for anyone seeking a splendid adventure, or a scorching, heartwarming romance destined to set many hearts aflame. Readers will love this novel as much, if not more, than I do. This is a truly fantastic book.”

“Author Kelli Wilkins created a fascinating worldview of the forgotten Pictish culture. Despite the generally dark tone of the story, the evolution of Odaria’s and Rothgar’s relationship provides humorous episodes as two powerful people vie for position in their relationship.”

Stronsay, Orkney Islands, Scotland803 A.D. “Ye filthy bastards dare call yourselves men of God? Unhand me!” Odaria kicked and fought the men dragging her away from the village. Brennan slapped her across the face. “Quiet, witch, or I shall tear out your tongue.” She stopped struggling and glared at Brennan. That blow hadn’t hurt her. If anything, it merely sparked her fury. “Do as you will, but you shan’t be rid of me so easy.” Odaria dug her bare feet into the soft earth as Brennan and Malcolm forced her up the side of a small hill. A cool breeze billowed her thin chemise like a sail behind her. She shivered and gazed into the clear midnight sky. Twinkling silver stars surrounded the three-quarter moon. Would this be the last peaceful image she’d ever see? Her thoughts faded as they reached the top of the rise. She looked at the beach and gasped. Everyone from the village stood in a circle around a bonfire. The flickering firelight cast evil shadows across their faces. A two-foot-high wooden platform with a tall crossbeam was positioned near the roaring flames. She cringed, and Malcolm shoved her forward. “Take your punishment, witch.” “Nay. Set me free.” To her surprise, her voice sounded weak and shaky. She wiggled her hands and tried to loosen the rope binding her wrists in front of her. They truly weren’t going to burn her alive, were they? “Hold her fast,” Brennan ordered. “She’ll not cast spells upon us again.” “Me spells would best be used to put your head on a pike!” Brennan wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed hard, cutting off her air. “Mind your words, witch, for they shall be some of your last.” He motioned for Malcolm to step aside, then faced the group of villagers before him. “Faithful followers, you have gathered here tonight to witness the purging of evil from our God-fearing, peaceful village. After tonight, the witch shall plague us no more with her spells and devil worship. No longer shall we fear her wrath as we sleep.” Odaria glanced at the pile of dried grass and brush stacked around the wooden platform. One spark would set the pyre ablaze. She stared across the crowd and scanned the firelit faces, looking for a compassionate soul. There was none. How could they do this to her? She had known these people since she was a child, and now they were about to burn her for a crime she hadn’t commited. She’d done nothing to warrant this. They should be punishing the redheaded devil, Brennan, not her. But the villagers would never dare question him, no matter what he ordered them to do. He was their leader, and he was obeyed. “The devil’s harlot shall be sent back to the pit of hell from whence she came. Our Lord God commands . . .”